This is what I did before the Yog retreat. Organized a hard core, get dirty, get wet and fight kind of survival CAMP. I am loving being back to who I truly am.
I was 23 when I got commissioned to the Army, when I got out a couple of years later, got myself a business degree and became a Banker, I had this wood paneled cabin. It had this nice dead wood kind of smell. Large ticket size deals, cushy plush places to make them. Currency swaps, forwards, even the terms sound so swanky now.
But somehow I knew I am not this. If it is about making money, I can do so doing what I love. You know the world scares you, the herd scares you. It does not want you to find your own. But then, what the hell, nobody can put a soldier down. We had this saying in the Army ” Commandoes never die, we just go to hell and regroup”.
Bloody hell , I regrouped myself and turned hell to my liking.
That’s me people , no swank, no wood panel office. I love the wood alive, the feel of mud and rain.
No offence meant to being swanky and banker and what not, but then that was just not me. It is about being what one likes to be. It is a matter of gathering the courage to do what one wants to do.
A few of my friends who braved the challenge. Bravo to all of you gentlemen.
The inquisitive local kids who came to look at us crazy people.
The journey is on. And I walk. Join me .